MIRA

I’m lying on my stomach and I press my cheek into

my pillow. He’s braced over me, pressed against my back, warm as sunlight. His

voice is a hot whisper, right in my ear as he twists his hips to grind himself

against my butt.

I’m going to work you so fucking hard. So. Fucking. Hard.

I get a full impression of his heaviness and size. I try to push back against

him again to feel it again, but he mutters my name like a reprimand and crawls

up higher, his knees straddling my hips. His fingertips smooth along the sides of

my breasts. His exhale steams against my...